( it's a transition that maybe should be more jarring than it actually is, from getting off to thoughts of choking the life out of nick, to idly making plans for the weekend. the hazy afterglow provides an excellent buffer for the whole thing though, and nick tosses the shirt vaguely in the direction of the basket before stretching out lazily. )
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Yeah, I think I'm free. Let's do something.
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[He doesn't want to sever this connection, but...]
I'm gonna go clean up. But - yeah, Saturday.